The kea is our NZ native parrot, endangered because of introduced predators. There are a pair who fly over our house every afternoon- hearing them call makes me think about being up on the top of the nearby mountains in the mist, with damp tussock around me and only the kea's cry for company. When you see kea hopping about on the ground they are a dull olive green, but when they fly above you they have the most beautiful red and orange feathers underneath their wings - magic. My painting is available as an unframed watercolour.